#copia isn't going to die

[ghostchems]

masterlist

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infernal | nsfw | parts: one/two/three/four/five/six/seven| ao3 link

papa emeritus iii x fem reader Terzo is serving a death sentence. It isn’t like he had much of a choice. He remembers the game night clearly. The typical arguments and accusations of cheating had subsided and it was a rare moment of fun and relaxation with his brothers. The next thing he remembers is waking up on a gurney and gasping for air. They told him his brothers were dead. They told him they had removed his head for a photoshoot and then reattached it again. They gave him a choice: die now or take their money and never speak to them again.

lovers led astray | nsfw | parts: one | ao3 link

cardinal copia x fem reader - upior sequel much has changed within the ministry since the dust settled. you're stuck in a position you never wanted - the chosen lover of the cardinal, the heir apparent, as well as the secretary for the ministry's budding satanic education program. despite your life having more meaning that it ever has, you're still flooded with memories of the before times.

phantom of the paradise | eventual nsfw | parts: one | ao3 link

papa emeritus iv x fem reader you go to a special screening of “phantom of the paradise” and end up being taken with the strange man who introduces the film

sacred blasphemy | eventual nsfw | parts: one | ao3 link

catholic priest!copia x fem original character in another world, copia has become a catholic priest after being drawn to it during his childhood in an orphanage. he is content with his life, finally feeling grounded and like he belongs -- until a new face in his flock captures his attention.

COMPLETED

*the titles link to the tumblr post. ao3 links included for all! for fics with multiple parts, i linked the last part bc i am lazy :) there are no tumblr links for burn with me because its an ~ao3 exclusive~ (i stopped consistently posting the chapters on tumblr the longer it went dhdjsjsj)

papa emeritus iii

cirice | nsfw | ao3 link

you are searching for inspiration at the site of a local urban legend but something beckons to you

kazoo comfort | sfw | ao3 link

you take a break from your daily duties to clear your head when you run into a cozy-looking retired papa

the rose | sfw | ao3 link

terzo reminisces about simpler times

upiór | nsfw | ao3 link

upiór (n.) - a person cursed before death, a person who died suddenly, or someone whose corpse was desecrated

the wedding guest | nsfw | ao3 link

you have just gotten over a break-up and attend a wedding of a friend alone. a man with face paint distracts you from the festivities

the cardinal’s cure | nsfw | ao3 link

cardinal terzo notices you seem a bit stressed and he has perfect solution

gloves | nsfw | ao3 link

you are the resident glove maker at the abbey and cardinal terzo comes to you with a curious request.

you drive me (crazy) | nsfw | ao3 link

the prompt: Now that Terzo has retired he has to take driving lessons because Imperator won't let any of the ghouls drive him around anymore. Reader is hired to teach him but what happens when love (or just sex) gets in the way of his lessons?

a man after midnight | nsfw | ao3 link

the prompt: looking at the mirror but the reflection isn't. looking. at. you.

the phantom touch | nsfw | ao3 link

when copia is gone, the phantom comes out to play.

the dressing room | nsfw | ao3 link

the last show of the popestar tour has concluded with Papa being dragged off stage. your task is to keep him occupied in his dressing room

smoke break | sfw | ao3 link

you find solace and a private place to smoke when you are caught by the new papa.

cardinal copia

burn with me | nsfw | ao3 link

It’s been a long time since Copia has been able to play with his food.

restroom detour | nsfw | ao3 link

you're out with your friends at the new local hot spot: the pinnacle lounge. a trip to find the bathroom has you stumbling into something not for your eyes.

road rage | nsfw | ao3 link

as copia's assistant, you've found a nonconventional way to keep your boss calm.

oops | nsfw | ao3 link

copia makes a mistake while summoning a new ghoul.

upiór | nsfw | ao3 link

upiór (n.) - a person cursed before death, a person who died suddenly, or someone whose corpse was desecrated.

devotion | nsfw | ao3 link

the cardinal™️ doesn’t feel that you’ve been a good little sinner lately.

boys suck | nsfw | ao3 link

dracopia with the prompts: that gut feeling something is following you & having blood smeared all over you

the cream in cardinal copia's coffee | nsfw | ao3 link

you are blessed with the task of making the new cardinal his coffee each morning and on your first day, you forget the evaporated milk.

papa emeritus iv

the sads | sfw | ao3 link

you've fallen behind on your classes at the ministry because of an episode of the sads.

somethin’ spooky | nsfw | ao3 link

you've secured an invite to an exclusive party at a satanic church only to end up being underwhelmed by the lack of "spooky".

have some sympathy and some taste | nsfw | ao3 link

you become charmed by a spooky live performance at a bar you wandered into.

wrong place, right time | nsfw | ao3 link

you work at a local concert venue, specializing in requests from the music acts. one request and one warning slips your mind.

on leather wings | nsfw | ao3 link

copia surprises you with a spooky weekend getaway, culminating in some winged bedroom time

longing | nsfw | ao3 link

at a certain moment during a performance, copia thinks of you.

papa emeritus ii

la bella luna | nsfw | ao3 link

after a disappointing evening, you run into a mysterious man on the street.

the devil’s damsel | nsfw: non-con | parts: one/two/three/four | ao3 link

papa emeritus ii x fem reader after one mistake, you end up in the belly of the beast

cemetery stroll | nsfw | parts: one/two | ao3 link

papa emeritus ii x fem reader a creature interrupts your evening walk through the abbey cemetery.

mary goore

baptized in blood | nsfw | ao3 link

you will never forget the day Mary Goore rolled into town.

silco

thief | nsfw| ao3 link

desperate for shimmer, you steal some from the last drop and make your escape

raphael

bad idea right? | nsfw | parts: one/two/three | ao3 link

raphael x fem tav your companions have made their stance on making a deal with a devil clear but as the stakes of your quest grow you aren't so certain

[ask-frater-imperator]

// now that I'm able to post spoilers, here's my thoughts on rite here rite now a few hours after I saw it.

First: a little context.

I went with my mother, my ghestie and my best friend who knew nothing about ghost besides the ranting she heard from me weekly.

They will probably be seeing this- so I'm not going to expose their accounts or anything.

With that, here were my thoughts:

.

The post credit scene and mummy dust is just

Implanted into my head now

Mummy dust bc me and my friends went batshit crazy hearing and watching it

I LITERALLY PREDICTED KISS THE GO-GOAT

I'm like "oh yeah they better do kiss the go-goat I need to see that live." THEN THE INTRO STARTS

I had my ghestie friend and another of my friend that had no idea of any of the ghost lore

But

WE CONVERTED HER!! /j

I really hope they make a DVD version or something bc i would sell my soul for it

I'm kinda disappointed they didn't use the boxer fit for anything much..

TOBIAS THREW US FOR A LOOP BC WTF

We all saw copia get on the hot air balloon and is like WAIT WAIT FUCK. NO. NO. and then he wakes up

Seeing his mother die

Also if the new guy isn't terzo I

I may just die

Bc

WHO ARE THEY GONNA PULL OUT THEIR ASS AGAIN JUST LIKE

OH YEAH THEY EXIST NOW

NO WONDER TOBIAS SAID NONE OF THE OTHER PAPAS MATTER, MF COPIA IS THE HEAD OF THE MINISTRY NOW-

When the post credit ended everyone in the theater was like please wait, no-

AND ALL YELLED IN ANGER

honestly so funny and ppl were so nice

I don't like I've ever met a rude ghost fan tbh AND I DONT PLAN ON IT!!!

.

And my thoughts after reading it again:

I honestly don't mind if the new papa isn't terzo, Yes, his album is my favorite with many good songs, but if the theory isn't right then oh well

There is a confirmed DVD and digital release. Just no idea when I will be getting the DVD, and I will be passing it down for generations to see/j

Me, my ghestie and my clueless friend were all holding hands for at least 3/4th of the movie, the reason I will remember mummy dust the most is because me and my ghesite went feral.. and my other friend was, well, clueless. TOBIAS LET MARY GOORE THE FUCK OUT. FINALLY!!!

The shirt I wore was literally copia being crucified with a crown of thorns, I WAS EXPECTING HIM TO DIE. but, I am very glad he didn't, I'm honestly stoked because now he does have the power he wanted, and I can totally rp that..

(The shirt I wore)

When mummy dust was done, we were all simping for copia.. (pls dont judge us. We are just little guys../j)

I had to hold back a scream when the mummy dust solo started, I love the ghoulettes..

I was so sad when copia was like: "no, no, no encore." Bc I really wanted to hear kiss the go-goat (it was one of my favorites when I first got into ghost)

THEN RAIN SPOKE. IM SORRY??!?!

Then I said over to my friends something like: "Yeah, i need them to do an encore.. NEED to hear, kiss the go-goat live, or I will sob." And of course, THE INTRO TO KISS THE GO-GOAT STARTED. Me and my friends and I just lit up with joy, trying not to cry from what I had just said and what happened.

I remember Square Hammer and the midair splits. The whole theater gasped at the same time. At that point, I was in tears for the 273673rd time. I saw copia do the pose he was meant to, and cried even more.

He went to the hot-air balloon, and everyone was silent. We all saw him wake up, and then sister on the floor.

I remember my friend (clueless one) commenting about copias dramatic crying over sisters' bodies. "Oh yeah, that guy knows how to act!" Joking in a good way, I laughed through my tears.

I don't remember when, but when Copia talked about taint tickling, she audibly, but quietly gasped and whispered something as I just nodded.

MARY ON A CROSS WAS BEAUTIFUL. THERE IS NO DENYING THE SCOOBY-DOO CHASE MUSIC NOW!!

It felt like you were there in the audience, like you were right there in the pit. I'm so glad that this movie is making so much in box offices. It was like an unholy experience I will never forget.

[ragequeen94]

DAUGHTERS OF MAN

Copia is faced with the fact that he is all out of siblings and hadn't made much of an effort to further the bloodline that has lead the Church for so long. Pulled between his duty, desire, and awkwardness... just because he is Papa doesn't mean he isn't in danger...

PapaCopiaxoc

Probably more warning along the way. Will eventually be on A03 when chapters are long enough. This is just the beta version. Gotta start somewhere.

MDNI

THIS GONNA GET MESSY.

Dead dove.

PART 1

No beta, no idea what I'm doing. We die like men.

Please... someone be weird with me about Ghost.

Copia had felt prepared when he had been made Papa. He knew he was in line, though he hadn't realized how close he actually had been until he was suddenly (and rather unceremoniously) bowing his head to Papa Nihil and was sworn in as Papa. Now the skin on his face seemed to be permanently stained from the black and white skull paint, his naked faced reflection a stranger when he looked in the mirror. The lines and freckles of his face he had once known were hard to recall... Papa was who he was now. And while he did get long breaks where he was able to regrasp who he was and remind himself of the man he had been before he felt as if the man he had been as cardinal copia... or even before that had been lost. Little pieces of him broken off and lost along the way.

It was a sacrifice he would make over and over again, but it still left an ache in his chest.

He only took orders from some very specific people now, those who heald no documented rank. Advisors in name, in action were more like puppeteers, trying to keep Copia on their strings, to dance to their songs. He followed the same crooked path as his brothers before him. Papa Emeritus iii memory as Papa still so fresh he would still come upon documents delivered to his name, remnants of the life he had been living in the same rooms Copia now occupied.

But he had made it further. He wasn't sure what he had done right, he just acted as he felt he should but what ever it was seemed to please the Clergy. He acknowledged his success was made easier because of his brothers. They had blazed a trail that he was able to walk un interrupted. He pitied the three who had come before him, Primo had had no one to aspire too besides their father, who hadn't been much of an inspiration in his years alive. Death had made him more of a father to Copia.

It was easy to forget when he was on stage. Easy to forget the dangerous world he commanded, easy to forget the darkness that was ever present. Easy to let himself be taken by the crowd and their screams, their praise. Perhaps that is what had cause the end of his brother's in the end. Secondo had been bitter at the end... broken and angry, and he had taken it out on the world. Copia had remembered when the Papalcy had passed from Secondo to Terzo... the seconds rage and heartbreak... but his relief. Now Copia wondered if he had been afraid for his younger brother... the older three had always been so close.

They had been raised together, had gone through school and life together, all while Copia sprinted to keep up. But his awkwardness and youth had set him apart. Always a rank too low, always a little bit too late, to far away...

The Ministry was filled with siblings. Accidental incest was a real issue amongst the lower level sisters and brothers. An accidental romp with someone in the same gene pool was a relatable mistake to be laughed off but not pursued. Luckily Copia had no sisters... that he knew of. Which had made the group of men formidable, the main idea being as long as they didn't fuck eachother there was enough to go around, but there had been... rumors. Copia shuddered at the concept of how many possible nieces and nephews he may be unknowingly passing in the halls. The anxiety of it all was enough to almost keep him away from women all together. His fathers genetic promiscuity haunting him every time he glanced at a attractive Sibling of Sin.

But there were... expectations of a Papa. New ones seemed to appear every day. Ones that he was sure he would have heard about from his brothers... so he was a little concerned why such things were being asked of him. Currently he heald a memo in his hands that to be honest was a little bit too poetic in it's speech for his comfort...

Papa Emeritus IV,

     Long has the bloodline of our dark father and lord been unbroken, strong are the hands of the king below that guides us. Strong must the bloodline continue. Seed must be planted and sewn, be fruitful in the honor of our monstrous king. The blood of the womb beckons, it must be obeyed, as are the wished of the one below.

 

It wasn't signed. Which ment it was from someone who he had in no interest in meeting. He had accepted the letter from a ghoul who had smelled like rotten meat and looked even less delectable. He had no desire to investigate further. He knew what was being demanded of him. The clergy were growing nervous with his lack of progeny... demands were being made not for the first time for him to sire children. Torn between his duty and desire to be a better father... which would require much work on his part... tore him in two.

And unfortunately it wasn't as simple as just getting a woman pregnant. That he was sure he would do if he ever tried... he would be wed to her in black mass until their line had been secured.

And there was a lot of politics in the Ministry. Different sects scrambled to climb the ladder, to offer their most fruitful of vessels to him and hope it secured them favor with the Vicar of Lucifer.

Copia had been the Vicar of Lucifer for years now and had yet to take confession from the guy so he wasn't sure what he would do about getting others in the dark ones good graces, but he'd let them try. The lower sects always had better luck communing with the lower level hierarchy of hell. Any normal day of the week you would walk past one of the various dark ones court. For fucks sake The Whore of Babylon, aka the false prophet aka Babs had her own room in the dungeons.

Before he had been moved up higher in the ranks, when he had been a young man he had always belonged to the line of the true Satan, Lucifer. The same sect his father and father before that had belonged to too, but his mother had come from a small group in their church that sanctified Death himself. They were a gloomy and rather boring lot, Copia wasn't a fan of their lack of enthusiasm.

He was to meet later with some of the ministry to discuss his prospects and requirements for the future of the church. He fought to keep this one event from consuming all aspects of his life. He had more impending things to deal with than just look for a place to put his cock cause Lucifer wanted him too.

He had a pile of books that were unread. He hadn't touched his NES in the last month and he needed the calm it brought him. He wanted to learn how to make gnocchi from scratch... maybe start making taxidermy insects....

Lots of important tasks.

Papa Emeritus the Fourth took a deep breath and took a look around the room he was in, his office. He made sure no soul or ghoul was hiding in the shadows before he let out a shuddering sob.

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"Good afternoon Papa!"

"Hello Papa!"

"You look handsome Papa."

"Your ass looks good in those pants, Papa."

"Good day, nice weather, Papa."

Copia walked down the halls, his lifted loafers clicking on the stone flooring of the monastery. The sun shone much too brightly through the windows on his right, it made him squint, no doubt making him look serious and powerful. It made him feel nauseous. He really wanted to go to dinner, but that wasn't for a few hours yet... his mind wondered to the possible meal choices for the night in the church kitchens and if he would want to send a ghoul to pick up something from the Italian place down the road...

He got to the meeting room door too quickly. He had just heard a tune being hummed by a sister walking by, and wanted to ask her where it had come from, maybe he could use it for a song. He tried to commit it to memory.

Bum budum bumbumbun dunnnn

Or was is bum dun dudududnnn bum.... shit.

He turned to call after the sister at the same time the door opened and Soltarian stood in the doorway.

"You are late." The grumpy man cocked a brow at the Anti pope.

Copia jumped a little, wincing and grinning like a guilty dog. He gave a little wave, even though he was 2 feet away from the man, he peered around him to see who else was seated at the table. "Hello..."

"Hello Papa." The room replied. Copia slipped past Saltarian and into the room, headed to his overly ostentatious chair. He liked the drama... but sometimes he just wanted to sit. Everything he dropped his ass on didn't have to be a historical and culturally significant throne.

"Papa, welcome." One of the mother superiors chirped, she had a red veil over her face that obscured her eyes, heavy black make up covered her lips and neck. He knew a Daughter of Man when he saw one...

If she was here he knew he wasn't going to escape the conversation of succession. Apparently he was about to get The Talk in probably the worst way.

The ghost of his father appeared, he strolled over to the table and stood near where Sister Imperator sat at the foot of the table, opposite Copia at the head. Copia knew not to acknowledge the spector... few could actually see him.

"C, we have something we need to discuss." Imperator always addressed him with the childish nickname, he was shocked she didn't still call him "Little Cardi". She had been fond of the taught. She had only said if affectionately in her own way, but his brothers had used it to remind him of his low rank. Terzo had been the worst. Copia would stand on his tip toes and look around, looking over his shorter brothers head and call out 'Who is there? I can't see you?'

Terzo would usually punch him in the balls. But it was worth it.

"I read the summons, Imperator." Copias leg was shaking under the table. "I'm too take a bride. I agreed long ago..." He looked around the table at the faces as they frowned.

"Not... quite. Your eminence." A different woman spoke, Copia could see she wore a signifying patch on her habit but she sat to far away for his old eyes to make it out. She worshipped in the house of Mammon perhaps? "There has been much discussion at the concern of a single bloodline..."

"You are one of four brothers, Papa, it is significant. Strength with numbers." The Mother Superior of the Daughters of Man spoke. Satanas he wondered if there was a shorter name for her...

"C, it had been decided that while you will still be wed in the traditional way to a sister of one of the sects, as has been done for millenia, too secure the bloodline for the next generation of Papas. You will be tasked to sire multiple ofspring from other worthy sisters. The progeny to be raised in honor of our lord. It is the hope that through this system we will achieve greatness outside the walls. Bred not to rule the church you understand." Imperator smiled. She looked so pleased with her self. Copia frowned. Not really predicting that this meeting would be about him fathering the next president of the United states. But that seemed to be what they were planning.

"This is a far step from tradition."

"Tradition had failed to bring us success. The Ghost Project had done more for the dark lord than building any church or after school program. It is time we build on this concept, Papa. It is the will of the one below."

Copia snorted. Would be nice of 'the one below' spoke to him for once. It was kinda the whole point of him. Wasn't he meant to be the voice of the dark lord on earth?

"I don't see why he's complaining. It seems like a good idea! My idea!" The ghost of Nihil complained crossing his arms over his chest. "He is my son, he should have no problem siring children. I did it just fine."

Imperators eye twitched, but she didn't acknowledge the spector. Copia glares at Nihil. Wishing he could kick him in the crusty ball sack that had shot him into his mother. Copias conception was the only thing Nihil had done that Copia agreed with.

Imperator waved her hands to the other people at the table. "C, these are the people who are going to guide you on your journey. Steps have been take to ensure the strongest of blood lines, you will have your choice of bride, it has been too long since a Prime Mover has walked these halls. The position of Papa always takes to so much... attention from its keeper."

Copia didn't miss that his mother was accusing him and everyone before him to hold the name of Papa of being a slut. She guessed she was kind of right... but Copia was not. Not that there was anything wrong with it... he just hadn't quite gotten around to it. Or figuring out the basics of how to get passed introduction. He was a socially awkward man, and rarely kept his feet still on the ground when he wasn't in a rehearsed and controlled environment.

Copia was still a virgin.

In a church of the sexually deviant and open.

They were talking about the ceremony of Lupercalia... about all of the other ceremonies. Copia didn't really have the emotional energy for ceremonies. They were boring.

"Papa..." One of the women at the table spoke, she was definitely a mother of the sect of Mammon. "We have been chosen as the sects with the best prospects for procreation. All are willing and fertile, it our great honor to present them to you. In the ceremony,  Sexus ausque ad Mortem, we hope they will your recieve your holy seed pleasurably."

Copia flinched. A little weirded out that his cock was starting to twitch. He couldn't help it... there was a lot of talk about sex right now. He was thinking about it. I mean... it was weird sex talk and his mom and dad were looking at him. But he was an adult man in his prime! They should be proud he could even get it up!

A black folder was handed to him. He didn't open it. "These are the women that have been chosen. Six sects in total. They have been physically vetted and confirmed fertile and open for breeding. They will make good sons and daughters." One of the men at the table spoke up, he wore a the collar of a Padre, head of the sect of Abbadon.

The Mother Superior of the Daughters of Man spoke up, she was the seventh person at the table he didn't know. It would be she that controlled the reproductive ceremonies... that was what the Daughters of Man did. Copia was nervous around the members of the little sex cult... you never could tell which was normal sister and which was an actual succubus. Copia didn't want his soul ripped out through his cock... no thank you. Terzo might have... even Secondo... but Copia didn't want to have to make the trip to hell to get it back just for an orgasm. No thank you.

Copia fiddled with the paper file. He wants to look, he was curious... but now wasn't the time.

"Are there rules about who I choose as Prime Mover?" He questioned the table. It was appropriate, this was all new.

"That will be up to your will Papa. You will have to pick sooner rather than later, the others will need a leader."

Copia didn't like this one bit. He didn't want to... he didn't want to get six different women he didn't know pregnant. He didn't want children raised by the church to become ambassadors and senators... he didn't want to marry a women he didn't know... he didn't want to do any of it. Suddenly he was on his feet. He didn't even know he was standing, he was glad of his papal robes, they hid his rock hard cock that had him so flustered. He gripped the folder tightly.

"My thanks to you. My congregation and your dedication to our lord below and the future generations of our faith... ", Copia was used to bullshiting these kind of mini speeches at this point. He could write a sermon about french toast if he wanted to and know one would think it weird, "you have brought me much to pray on. I will consult with our dark father. Ut Supra."

The other scrambled to stand with him, chanting in reply. "Sic Infra."

Copia didn't even see what they did next. He ran from the room, in a panic. He took the halls in long strides, panting by the time he got back to his private room. He threw the black folder onto his desk and tore open the mini wine fridge. He pulled open the red he had enjoyed the night before and ripped the cork out with his teeth, drinking straight from the neck. It was cold and sweet, it made his nose tingle a little. It was not how one should enjoy a good wine but he didn't care. He had more. Lots more. He took another swig and put the bottle down on the counter top of the en suite kitchenette. He needed to get out of these robes. They were suffocating him.

He was naked by the time he got to his bedroom. The lavish silks and satin left in a trail behind him. He dug around in his closet for something comfortable and non religious. But his aggravated cock kept getting in the way. It bounced around and hit his thigh, he smacked it on a open drawer at one point when he was trying to fine some slippers. He was over whelmed. Copia groaned in defeat. Tugging on a pair of gray sweats and dirty socks he peaked into the living area, the black folder sitting still on the desk next to the sweating bottle of wine. He waddled over to the folder... like it might turn wild and bite him. He was vulnerable right now. The dripping head of his cock poking out of the band of his pants.

He gripped the wine bottle by the neck and took another drink as he stared at the folder. He flipped open the top with one finger and then physically jumped back, hiding behind his desk throne. He muttered to himself, feeling stupid. It was just a profile folder...

"Figlio di puttana..." Copia cursed, slipping into his native language. The folder wasn't filled with informative profiles... it was porn. There wasn't a better word for it. He collapsed into the desk throne. There was actually information written down about the women. Which sect they belonged too, their achievements, age, zodiacs... body measurements. He wasn't a fan of that.

But the printed images were too much

He didn't know what was wrong with a simple selfie or tasteful photo, these women were all in various states of the throws of passion. Or at least they appeared to be...

He picked up the top bundle of images. A black haired woman with a thin figure and brown eyes. She had a tattoo of a dolphin jumping over an island on her hip bone. She looked annoyed but the photo, even though she was rude, groping her own breast, her hand hidden between her legs from the angle of the photo but her public hair had been totally shaved. Her legs were long and thin. Copia thought she had a beautiful mouth.

Her name was Sister Cimeterium, or Molly, she was a cancer and like vactions in sunny places and pop music. She was taller than him. She belonged to the Domus Mortis, the same sect as his mother had come from.

Copia groaned. This was going to be impossible. Six women, these were all... people. Real people with lives and interests and... he didn't want to be in this position.

He was sure they had agreed to be involved in this scheme. He worried they felt they had no choice. This was not how his church was to be run. This was not how he lead his people, This was not how he honored his Dark Savior.

As he grabbed his aching cock he swore to know each woman as a person and if they refused him he would protect their choice.

His fist squeezed the head of his weeping cock. He spread out the photos. His hand pausing.

Sister Ira et Furorem. That was a bit redundant. Born Beatrice. An Aries who likes loud music, red meat, and horror movies. Her hair was almost white but looked dyed, her body thick and soft looking, wide birthing hips and a huge ass. Her eyes were green. She looked angry, like she wanted to eat the person taking the photo whole. She wore the tradional ritual paint of a worshiper of Azazel, and like any other brother or sister under the scapegoat she was highly tattooed and burdened with jewelry.

Copia focused on her, her striking image almost built for his tastes. He wonders if it was intentional...

His hand slowly stroked up and down his cock. Squeezing out drops of cum onto the floor, the porous floor soaking it up. He gasped and groaned, looking at the heavy breasts of the Sister. Imagining their weight in his mouth, his toes curled. He would smear her make up, with tears and cum. She would drool and gag on his cock, cum mixing with saliva. She'd choke, until it it came out her nose. Maybe he'd fuck that fat ass of hers, grab her hair and yank her backwards... he'd have her tied to his bed. Bound and blind folded. He'd whip her pussy until it dripped on the sheets, he'd spread her open... choke her... squeeze her throat until she gasped, her tongue purple... maybe he'd cum on her tits... maybe he'd eat his own cum out of her pussy... he'd fuck her until she screamed and tried to get away. But he'd have his ghouls hold her down as he fucked her from behind. Holding her tattooed arms behind her back...

His mind got darker and darker. Lust always clouded his mind. It went to broken sick places. Desires he was disgusted by in his post nut clarity. But right now he wanted to watch the Sister hump his cock with her panties still on. Lick his cum off the floor. Stuff her full of toys in all shapes and sizes... he wanted to make her bleed and then lick it up with his tongue. Maybe he'd lock her in a cage with a minotaur... she would reach for him, begging for mercy as the beast took her, he'd offer his cock for her mouth to suck on...

He ejaculated so violently his knees hit the underside of his desk. He jolted forward and pulled something in lower back. Copia froze, scared to move as his head cleared.

What the fuck.... where had that even come from.

He had no idea how to summon a minotaur.

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[library-ghoulette]

day 2 // jerking off instructions & face-sitting

Prompt list thanks to @kroas-adtam 💜

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x reader

Rating: Explicit, minors DNI

Words: 1386

Tags: second person POV, female reader, face-sitting, gentle femme domme, guided masturbation

Summary: The first time Cardinal Copia asked you to sit on his face, you were nervous. But you aren't nervous anymore...

A/N: I specifically imagined this with Cardinal Copia instead of Papa Copia for nose-related reasons, and I am not ashamed.

Read beneath the cut or on ao3!

The first time Copia asked you to do it, you were apprehensive, even as his words—and his eagerness, even moreso—sent a jolt of arousal straight to the very heart of you.

"I— I can't do that," you'd protested, sitting on the edge of his bed in only your underwear, twisting your hands in your lap, suddenly nervous and shy.

"Why not?"

You blushed. "I'm too heavy."

He reached out, taking your hands in his, stilling your self-conscious fidgeting. "Everyone always thinks they're too heavy. But you're not. I promise."

"But I'm afraid that I'll… I don't know, suffocate you to death!"

The fear was real enough, and it had sounded so serious in your head. But as soon as the words were out of your mouth and Copia let out a surprised hoot of laughter, it seemed so ridiculous that you couldn't help but giggle, yourself.

"You're not going to suffocate me, amore." He had leaned in and kissed your cheek, as though you were simply too adorably silly for him to resist. His mustache was tickly against your skin, making you squirm. "But if you do… At least I'll die happy."

That was then.

This is now.

Now, you're the one who tells him to lay back on the bed, and you spare only a moment to admire him spread out on the deep red satin sheets, the contrast with his pale, freckled skin, almost luminous in the dim candlelight, before you position yourself over his face. He grabs your hips, but he no longer needs to force you down to his mouth. You've learned by now not to hover, not to deny him the full weight of you.

"Is that good?" you ask, and he answers with a single tap of pointer and middle finger against your right thigh. One tap: green. Yes, keep going. "Good."

Two taps for yellow, for slow down, for air, please. Three taps for red, for stop. You both know the code, and you trust him to use it if he needs to, just as he trusts you to listen if he does.

But for now, he's nowhere near stopping. His hands knead the meat of your hips and the cheeks of your ass as you settle in, finding the perfect angle to give him access to all of you. His tongue traces your folds, delves into your entrance before sliding back up to circle your clit. Restless and hungry, eager to taste every single part of you. You circle your hips, grinding down against him, pressing his mouth and that gorgeous nose deeper into you, and you relish his muffled whimper of pleasure. For the vibrations of his lips against you, yes, but also for the power that thrums through your veins at the sound, at the knowledge that he is at your mercy and would rather be nowhere else in the world.

You're facing toward his feet, giving him the full view of your ass that you know he likes. But you aren't motivated by selflessness. Your view isn't bad either, not at all, and you let your eyes roam appreciatively over his body. The gentle curve of his belly, the thick trail of hair leading from his navel down to his cock, thick and long and beautiful, pillowed against his thigh.

Nothing turns him on quite like eating you out does—the smell and the taste of you, the feel of you against his face, the little mewling sounds of pleasure that you make as he licks and sucks at your tenderest flesh—and you have the evidence right in front of you. It seems that with every stroke of his tongue, his cock gets harder.

His hips are tracing small, desperate circles. Fuck, he's so good, and so needy, and he deserves relief. Some other night, if you were in a more altruistic mood, you would lean down and take him in hand, sink your mouth down over his length, make him fall apart for you and swallow down every last drop of his release. But tonight…

It's called queening, you learned at some point. And queens don't get their hands dirty, do they?

"Caro," you coo, knowing that it drives him wild when you use the bits of Italian you've picked up just for him, "Can you do something for me?"

Two taps. As you rise up onto your knees, you hear—and feel—him gasp for breath, the air fluttering against your pussy. His chest rises beneath your thighs. "Anything, tesoro."

"Mm." You run your fingers over his chest, carding your nails through the salt-and-pepper hair sprinkled over his skin. "Will you play with your pretty cock for me?" You feel his right hand release your hip and watch it trail down between his legs, and as soon as he grasps himself, firmly around the base, you lean forward and spit onto his crown. Straightening back up, you add, "And keep doing what you were doing, please?"

Your words are sweet, a hard center of command wrapped in spun sugar. He wastes no time in craning his neck up to reach you with his mouth, and because you are sometimes generous, and because his tongue feels so fucking good in your cunt, you kindly sit back down.

You bite your lip against a moan as you watch him take himself in hand, long, graceful fingers wrapping around his shaft. Skilled flicks of his wrist that slide his foreskin down and back up, revealing the dark pink flush of his crown and the pearl of pre-come beading at the tip, spreading it and your spit all along his rigid length.

"Ah, ah, ah," you admonish. "Not too fast. Slow strokes for me, please?"

He slows his pace, dropping his hand down toward his base, away from the sensitive tip. "Good. Just like that."

He pulls back, just enough to get a breath, before resuming his ministrations. But you can feel the divide of his focus, the way his tongue has slowed in time with his hand on his cock. You pinch one of his nipples to get his attention.

"Don't stop licking me." Immediately his tongue gains pressure and speed, and your knees nearly buckle from from the surge of pleasure. "Faster," you say, and run your nails over his forearm.

He increases his pace, hand moving smoothly up and down his cock, his hips thrusting gently to meet his hand. Trying to hold himself back and nearly failing. "Faster," you urge him again. "Faster. Fuck, that's so hot. Just a bit more, that's it, now— stop! Hands off."

You both feel and hear his groan of frustration, but he obeys, bringing his hand back up to your hip. His fingers are damp against your skin, sticky with his own arousal.

"Back to my clit, please. Harder, please. Faster…" He's doing that thing you love, tracing firm, quick circles around your clit with the tip of his tongue. "Mhmm, just like that."

You're not going to last much longer like this. Your bodies are so in tune with each other; he knows that you're getting close, that if he sucks your clit between his lips you'll shatter, and you know he's not more than a few minutes from doing it. But you don't want to be the only person coming.

"You can touch yourself again, if you want," you offer, and giggle at how quickly his hand races back to his aching cock. "Go as fast as you want. Up around the head— yeah, like that. I know you like it."

His mouth is insistent against your pussy, his hand desperate on his weeping cock. You want to watch him come all over his himself, just as much as you long to come all over his face.

"Fuck," you moan, and you let your control waver just a bit, let your voice rise in pitch and volume, so he can hear how much you need him, how good he's making you feel. "I'm getting so close. Let's come together, okay, baby?"

Pointer and middle finger, one tap on your left thigh. Fuck yes.

"Good," you whimper. "That's so— ah!— so fucking good!" You catch your breath, find just enough composure to say, "I'm going to start counting down now, okay? 10… 9… Oh, fuck! 8…"

[jake-kcat]

Ghost BC [ ANDROID AU ]

WELL... We're here to talk about Android AU. The Android bodies are based off the androids from Detroit become human.

First the lore of it.

The AU is generally a slice of life. First a roleplay we did a year ago. Generally the Roleplays helped a lot with the story. Unfortunately we aren't able to revive the server but if anyone wants to get involved in the AU don't be afraid to ask.

A little Background of them:

Copia is a robotics scientist with also a medical background. Instead of being a cardinal, he turned his back and decided to go on with university and college having a fascination with Robotics. Terzo was able to partly leave the ministry after Papalcy (where he didn't die that way.) Copia lived with Terzo and Omega during his school years. The two brothers were and still are very close.

Now for the Lore.

Terzo was helping Copia load some things into his car for a convention for Copia to show off his work. On their way to the convention Copia and Terzo got into an argument. Copia not paying attention from the argument went through an intersection which resulted Terzo's side of the car getting T-boned resulting in Terzo dying minutes before the ambulance arrived.

Copia blamed himself for his brother's death. He looked at his RATdroid Fizzez (OC owned by Madnesscrow) and thought if he could make a medium sized sentient rat Android, what about a human Android? To Try to bring his brother back he worked on an Android vessel. Having to dig up Terzo's grave and take his body, preserving it in a freezer. The first Vessel didn't work out but the second vessel was a success! He transplanted Terzo's brain into the vessel and he had his brother back. Only issue was he ended up having amnesia, not remembering who he was or anything.

Terzo slowly regains his memories as time goes on but Copia never talks about the ministry to keep him from remembering it since after losing his memory this is the happiest Terzo has been. Fearing that Terzo will go back to being miserable and having his mental health decline once again.

Copia continues to make androids, continues making sentient life.

Just a slice of life of a scientist and his androids.

We'll post more information in seperate posts and hopefully get around to do more Chapters or parts of the stories

I'm going to repost The analog and Part 1

We have Android Terzo and Scientist Copia in our system. If you want to ask them about their source directly. They'll be more than happy to. Android Terzo loves talking about his source. (Their Emojis: A.T. - 👾 S.C. -⚙️) if you have questions about the au don't be afraid to ask

Before anyone asks because i feel like there's going to be that one person. No Terzo does not have any genitalia. It's weird and of course Copia isn't going to make genitals in his brother because, that's his brother. No

[electrobeloved]

was coping over the end of the impera and copia eras and my mom called me weird bc it's "just a rock band". these mfs are not jUsT a roCK bANd for thousands of people. does she not recall I changed my career path? I'm literally moving to Sweden in like a year and she's saying it's "just a rock band". this isn't denial btw, she's just stupid

my first album cycle is over. I made a dress for it, I got the box set, I went to 2 shows for 2 tours. but was it a full cycle tho cause I wasn't at impera release- anyways I can be here for release now and I'm hyped. I'm going to miss copia with my whole heart tho and idk if I'll like the next papa nearly as much. I hope the next albums got a purple theme. I like purple. I'm still sobbing furiously I'm just glad he didn't die

[thelampisaflashlight]

Per Aspera Ad Inferi

[A young priest plagued with nightmarish visions makes the difficult decision to seek the counsel of the opposing side. Or, Copia makes an unlikely friend. Discussions of illness (unknown/vague sickness) and death, no one dies though. Not suitable for younger audiences.] Below the cut.

"I am Raphael Gianmarco Baptiste De Lorenzo..." Raphael introduces himself, nervously eyeing the two guards stationed on either side of the door to the room he's been lead into.

They're large and imposing, and if he didn't know better, he'd say one of them is growling...

"...I have come seeking your counsel... I understand if this is an odd request given... Well."

"It wouldn't be the first time one of your lot has come knocking." an older man in a burgundy tracksuit remarks from across a large desk, "Also not the first someone in your position has had a crisis of faith, though it is always a little amusing to see a priest inside the abbey."

Raphael opens his mouth and then closes it with a hum, clearing his throat before clarifying, "It is... not so much a matter of faith, but, rather... I require your... expertise."

He glances once more at the guards.

"They won't hurt you." the man laughs a bit awkwardly, quickly motioning for the pair to give him more space, "I can guess this isn't an... earthly matter from your tone."

"It is... not. No." Raphael takes a deep breath, worrying the seam of his gloves between his fingers, "...But it is a personal one."

A silence falls, and for a moment Raphael feels he might be in real danger as he hears the door behind him open... and then close.

Looking over his shoulder, he blinks.

The guards are gone.

"As I said, they won't hurt you." the man smiles warmly, "Have a seat, tell me what troubles you."

Raphael's eyes widen as the other rises and slides a chair around to the front of the desk, "Oh, ah, right... Thank you."

"Honestly, this seems more interesting than the paperwork I was doing before you arrived, so I should be the one thanking you!" he says, sitting back down, "Ah, but, I suppose that's a touch insensitive... You said this was a personal matter?"

"Mn." the younger nods, "I... Truthfully, I don't know where to start... Papa Emeritus-"

"Just call me Copia, lord below knows most people here do that... You said it was not an earthly matter, so why don't we begin there?" Copia suggests, leaning back in his chair, bouncing slightly when the seat refuses to recline.

"Okay..." Raphael sits up straight, "There's no... no way to say this that makes me sound sane, but, for as long as I can remember, I have been seeing things... Ah, inhuman entities. Demons."

Copia raises an eyebrow, a sparkle in his eyes, "...Go on."

"I think it's obvious from looking at me that I am not in the best health." he says, shivering slightly as the air in the room kicks on, "I have spent much of my life in and out of the hospital, so I have undergone numerous assessments over the years... Mental, physical... emotional... That is to say, I am acutely aware of what is and what is not... wrong with me."

"These visions trouble me, Copia." he continues, resting his hands in his lap.

"And so you've come here... for what?"

"Confirmation." Raphael wets his lips, "I will be blunt, if that's alright with you."

"Go ahead." the antipope nods, a frown adorning his features.

"My body is failing me, Copia." he admits, "The doctors don't know what's wrong with me, and all the church tells me is to pray... I have more bad days than good, and, quite frankly, I am tired. I don't know if, before I die, I'll ever stop being tired, but I know I would rest easier knowing for certain whether what I have been seeing is real or not."

Silence fills the room as the pair consider the weight of his request.

"...What answer would put you the most at ease?" Copia asks finally, watching Raphael with an all too familiar sort of pity.

"The truth." he says calmly, "...I don't have time for lies."

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.

Raphael sits in his room, having removed his cassock and replaced it with the simple, white cotton pajamas he'd been given ages ago, contemplating his day.

Normally, he would kneel in prayer.

Tell the lord his troubles and ask Him for guidance.

Instead, his mind wanders back to his conversation with Copia.

In the end, the older man had told him to hold on, to find the answer for himself, and that had filled him with a feeling Raphael knew all too well.

Anger.

And he could tell by the look on his face that Copia knew he was dissatisfied with his response.

The conversation had ended abruptly then, with Raphael rising without hesitation, though unsteady without his cane, which he had left outside the door.

There were no words that could be said in that moment that would have soothed his temper, and no words he could offer in turn that would not be tainted by his anger.

It was dizzying.

Capturing the handle of his cane, he pivoted carefully on his heel to stare back at the antipope.

"Refrain from anger, and forsake wrath. Fret not yourself; it tends only to evil."

Copia laughed then.

"Psalm 37:8... I will admit, your little book has some interesting quotes." he said, a smile playing on his lips, "Is this your way of saying you're mad at me? I told you the truth as I see it, and that, my friend, is no lie. Go home and rest. If you're still troubled later, feel free to visit me once again."

Raphael lowers himself down into his bed, back complaining as he settles against the thin mattress and utters a rare curse from his lips.

"...Bastard."

He'll see him again soon.

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Copia sets a cup down in front of the young priest, smiling serenely when his red eyes narrow at him, "Your anger is adorable."

Raphael scoffs, adjusting the placement of his cane against the table so it won't slide as he sits down.

"You came back." he comments, watching the other man stare wearily into his coffee, "You keep coming back."

"The air out here is refreshing." Raphael says, wrapping his hands around the mug to keep them warm, "...I think being away from the city is good for my health... from time to time of course."

Lately, the color has been returning to his features -Raphael's- his face lacks the pallor of their first meeting, and his fingers hold a gentle pinkness to the tips.

His face seems fuller as well.

"Of course." Copia sips his own drink and gives an exaggerated sigh, "Ahh~ So, what shall we discuss today? Good versus evil? The nature of God and the devil or...?"

"Butterflies."

Copia almost chokes, "...Butterflies? Really? You've traveled two hours out to the middle of nowhere to discuss butterflies?"

"I watched a documentary on them at the hospital-" he hums, adding quickly, "-it was a routine appointment, I was stuck in the waiting room for most it- and now it seems I've got butterflies on the brain."

"Well then, butterflies it is."

And so they talk about butterflies.

They talk about butterflies until the coffee grows cold, and, at some point, the conversation shifts.

Likes and dislikes.

Common interests.

The ups and downs of life.

Filling the air with chatter, half mindless, the rest insightful, until the question they've both been dreading falls from Copia's mouth almost carelessly.

"...How long now?"

Raphael smiles, "Lord knows."

"Yours or mine?"

They laugh.

...There's not much else they can do.

Either of them.

"I'm not so tired anymore... but I think I could rest." Raphael says, and Copia feels a twinge of... something... in his chest.

"Not so deeply you miss our next meeting, I hope."

Raphael stands, "You'd never get so lucky."

"True enough."

[plaquerat]

like the problem isnt liking terzo. i like terzo. i constantly feel bummed out i missed out on omega being there. the problem is the refusal to let go. its the sitting here going "i dont WANT the new one i want the one i already had". we had copia for a long time and even toward the end there were people bitching about how much they hate him and how they want terzo to come back or how he should die for DARING to replace terzo. get a fucking grip. even if copia did die how are you so sure terzo wouldve been brought back? are you going to hate the new guy because theyre not terzo? are you going to be sitting here, 5, 10, however many years from now, thinking about ghost, bitter that terzo isn't here?

terzo can live on through fan works. primo and secondo as well. hell, i doubt people are immediately dropping anything they had going with copia pre-ghovie. but you need to understand you aren't in charge. you can't will terzo back into the papacy through grasping at straws and telling other people you want characters they like to die. its not healthy. please just let things happen. i promise you tobias is going to give us something fun.

[copiawife]

ok everyone's asleep so can i just say real talk? i don't think copia's going to be killed off in preparation for the next album. like this isn't just me wanting him to not die (because i think i've voiced my mixed feelings on that, like that it's maybe being more narratively satisfying/interesting, at least to me) but also i just think about like. the tweet they put out about the brisbane ritual, capping it off with "the empire is built". and although i do my best to avoid footage from that ritual just because it's very emotionally tender for me, i did see a clip where he explicitly mentions a successor, which isn't like, crazy, given the pattern with the band. so what i think is going to happen is that he's not necessarily stepping down as papa, but at least as the leader of the band, and that there's going to be somebody introduced to take over for him and he'll take more of a mentor/guiding role. like the idea that this era has been about the rise and fall of empires, right, and the idea of the empire being built makes me think that he's maybe not going to be the face of the project anymore, but he'll be the one pulling the strings, sort of rebuilding things in his image. does that make sense?

[degeneratewh0re]

"Do you still have feelings for me?" + copiiia? :]

(Yo I accidentally wrote a whole fanfic for this one lmao, more content for y'all. I hope you enjoy 💕)

Copia had never felt more miserable in his life. He thought that becoming Papa could possibly fulfill the empty feeling in his chest, and he knew what he needed, but there was no way he could ever get it back. Even leading the sermon during mass, he wasn't himself. He choked on his words and the chapel's occupants gave him concerning looks. He merely passed it off as, "Eh, scusi, I fear I may be coming down with something..." and awkwardly laughed it off. Really, he was crumbling on the inside. Suffering with loss. Everyone says it grows easier over time, but that isn't the truth, is it? The more time passes, the more we forget about the person we lost. Copia didn't want to forget Terzo. He couldn't.

He had been missing for over three years. Presumably dead. And though Copia wanted to do everything in his power to search for his lover, Sister Imperator would never allow it. He wanted to peel his skin away, feeling constantly watched. Like he was prey being stalked by an eagle, waiting to dig its claws into him as soon as he made the wrong move...

But, one night, the unthinkable happened.

An anonymous letter left on the windowsill in his bedroom. 'Come to the forest at midnight. It has been such a long time since we've spoken.'

Unsigned, yet the handwriting was deeply engraved in Copia's mind. His heart began racing. This has to be a prank. Whoever was behind it, he would sure give them a piece of his mind. What a cruel thing to do to somebody...

Fine. He'd go. When the hour struck, he climbed out of his bedroom window and quickly ran across the gate bridge as to stay out of sight, silently cursing to himself. He could have been smarter and worn something else besides his slippers. He persevered, despite nearly stumbling with every step, and ran deep into the forest. It had been thirty minutes since he first began his journey. His sleepwear was torn, nicks covering his arms and legs from the thorns and branches he got caught on. Maybe this was a bad idea... what if whoever wrote that letter only wanted to lure him in so he'd get lost? For the worse, kill him? He grew anxious, paranoid. He was lost in the dark and far from home. He wanted to cry, but he was so angry with himself that his body wouldn't allow it. Though.. he saw a strange rope on the ground. It was suspiciously out of place. The more he looked, the more he realized that there was more rope. It has to lead to somewhere...

By the end of the rope, still nothing. Copia buried his face in his palms and shouted. The tears began to quickly fall after a while of holding them back. He felt so stupid. He was going to die here, alone, torn to bits by some wolf or something befitting of his situation-

"Copia."

He froze, slowly turning around towards the voice. Was it...?

It was Terzo. Alive. His hair had grown past his shoulders, and there was no mistaking that chilling, glowing white eye in the darkness. Copia stared at him, wide eyes, and then something snapped inside of him. He shouted and knocked the other man square in the jaw, sending him tumbling back against a tree.

"You motherfucker- how could you- why? Why did you leave me?" He panted, grabbing Terzo by the front of his shirt, angry enough that steam could have comically shot from his ears. Terzo slightly panicked, putting his hands up to defend himself, wincing from his jaw aching from the punch. "Will you calm down? Let me explain before you start beating the shit out of me, belial!"

Copia huffed, and reluctantly let Terzo go. He didn't want to do that.. he wanted- he shook away those thoughts. Terzo was still alive, and hadn't even bothered to say goodbye. Nothing. Copia had been hurting for years.

"Hurry then! I'm cold, I'm torn to bits, I-I-" his breath shuddered as Terzo quietly shushed him, brushing a hand over his cheek, petting him softly. He looked away and gritted his teeth.

"I had to run, Copia. They were going to kill me. I wished I could have told you, but doing that, I would be risking both of our lives."

Copia felt his anxiety spike hearing this. No, no.. this was too much information to process right now. "Why... why would-? Your own father wouldn't kill you." His voice sounded out of breath, broken, hurt. Terzo cooed quietly. Oh, he hated seeing Copia upset... and Terzo felt his heart break whenever Copia began sobbing.

"No, don't cry, bello. I'm here. I'm alive." He wrapped his arms around Copia, letting the Papa cry into his shoulder. Copia trembled beneath his fingers and gripped onto the back of his shirt. Now, he really didn't want to let go.

"Do you..." Terzo never let Copia leave his grasp, but moved his head so he could look down at him as he began to spoke. He wiped away his tears with his thumb, stroking over the faded out freckles on his cheeks. "What is it?"

"Do you still have feelings for me...?" Copia choked out between sniffled. Terzo smiled sadly, sighing, looking his dearest in the eyes.

"I've never lost them. The only reason I came back was for you, caro mio..."

Copia smiled through his tears. His grin big and crooked. He felt the emptiness inside of him slowly being filled again. He cupped Terzo's cheeks with both of his trembling hands, pulling him into a gentle, passionate kiss. Terzo held onto his hips firmly, gently caressing his lover while he returned the affectionate touches.

"I am going to take you far away from here, beloved. I'll make sure they never hurt either of us..."

[theratboyking]

Softly Into The Night

Chapter Five: The Neon God They Made

Pairing: Cardinal Copia/Reader/Papa Emeritus iii (this will also have eventual Copia/Terzo but that won't be for a while)(This is also a slow burn so it's gonna be a while until we even get here)

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: Demons are real, angels exist, and my father is the Prince of Darkness. A dream I can’t seem to wake up from. And two mysterious strangers that seem to have a connection to me. What could possibly go wrong?

Chapter Summary: “Fine, you chose the hard way.” He clears his throat. Snapping his fingers, the book I had been holding springs to life. The pages fly open as he brings his staff to the grown. His white eye starts to glow. “Now, you will fight me like your life depends on it. I am your enemy in these moments, and I will not stop until you cannot fight anymore.”

Warnings: 18+ (this is going to get be a wild ride folks,) Slow burn, Idiots in love, kinda soulmates? poorly translated Italian (I am sorry to all the Italians out there) fluff, angst, this is a ghost fic so you know religious trauma, some chapters will like get kinda deep in the religious philosophy but maybe not depending on the direction this goes, eventual smut (Chapter will be labeled)

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“We’re going to try something different today.”  Secondo’s voice echoed around the halls. He wasn’t wearing his usual robes. Instead, he was dressed in a white button-up shirt and black slacks. He had his sleeves rolled up, exposing the tattoos on his arms. He was carrying his staff in one arm. He was moving with little urgency, but I was a nervous wreck.

This morning started with me receiving a rather large book shoved into my arms by a waiting Secondo and very little explanation of where we were going. In fact, this was the first thing he had said to me since I made it to his office door this morning. I started to fear that he was finally sick of me being late.

“Can I ask where we’re going?”

My arms were starting to hurt from just how heavy this book was. It was well-loved, as if it was out of someone’s personal collection. There wasn’t a title, but it looked old and essential.

“The graveyard.” He said it so nonchalantly.

 I stubble over my steps, almost falling. “I’m sorry, what?” So this was it, wasn’t it? So this was how I was going to die.

“Calm down; I’m not going to kill you,” He cast me a sideways glance. “ Mio fratello avrebbe avuto una crisi, per non parlare del cardinale.” I really need to learn Italian…

 I gulp–my grip on the book only tightens. I didn’t even know that there was a graveyard. What would we even be doing down there? Why were we even going to the cemetery, of all places?  I could feel a pit forming in my stomach, one I hadn’t felt in quite a while. I take an uneasy breath.

The large doors at the front of the Abbey came into view. Each step is met with the pounding of my heart. I couldn’t tell you, but I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. It felt like I would fall into it if I weren’t careful.  

The blinding afternoon mid-April sun nearly blinded me. The forest surrounding the Abbey seemed to breathe with each passing breeze.  The feeling wasn’t going away; if anything, it was getting worse. We were only getting closer to the forest.

“We will be back before sundown. Others know this and will not come looking for us until then. Do you understand?”

My breathing was picking up, but I nodded my head nonetheless. I have an awful feeling about this. This isn't going to end well. The sound of snapping thighs and crushed leaves echo in my ears. They seemed so far away.

Up a little bit from the path was a clearing. A fence lined the outside; several large boulders lay near the entrance. Graves lined the grounds, some older than others. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a mausoleum in the distance. There was an energy that radiated from this place. We were not alone; whoever else was still here with us was very old.

         He continued despite me falling behind. His assurance from earlier didn’t do much to help with the ever-increasing sense of dread in the pit of my stomach. I picked up my pace so that I wasn’t alone. This place was beyond creepy; it felt like my every move was being watched.

He comes to a sudden stop. I collided right into his back, crashing to the ground.

“Throw something at me.” He was being so nonchalant with every word he said to me. I was left in a state of shock. I honestly really wasn’t sure how to react.

“I’m sorry, what?” I looked at him like he had three heads, slowly bringing myself to my feet. Was he looking for me to do something to have an excuse to kill me? But he said others knew we were out there.

“You head me, throw something at me.”

I slowly bent down to grab a stick before he stopped me, “No, not like that. Use your powers.”

 “I can’t do that.”

“You can, now, do it.”

“I can’t throw something with my mind.”

“We can either do this the easy way, and you stop hiding from yourself, or we do this the hard way, and I won’t be so nice. We are running out of time here principessa, and my patience is running thin.”

I gulp, looking toward one of the smaller rocks in the area. Settling on the smallest I could find, I tried to do as he asked. I could feel myself straining, but it didn’t move. Despite my best efforts, the rock did not move. Finally, I could hear Secondo let out an exasperated sigh.

“Fine, you chose the hard way.” He clears his throat. Snapping his fingers, the book I had been holding springs to life. The pages fly open as he brings his staff to the grown.  His white eye starts to glow.  “Now, you will fight me like your life depends on it. I am your enemy in these moments, and I will not stop until you cannot fight anymore.”

“Now, let's begin.” The word came from all around. It was almost impossible to tell where he was even despite being right in my sight. The whole atmosphere changed with his words. A chill ran down my spine.

He lifts his staff, bringing it barreling to the ground. A thunderous clap sounded off throughout the graveyard. A ring of white and orange flames sprang to life around us, trapping me in here with him.

“You cannot run this time, Principessa.” It almost didn't sound like him anymore. A low rubble echoes around me, and I try to regain my bearings.

This had to be a test, a joke even. There was no way I could do this. Then, a bright flash of orange and red whizzed past my head.

Ok, maybe he wasn't joking.

I could hear him muttering something in Latin as another ball of fire missed my body. He really wasn't joking; I don’t even think this is the full extent of what he could do. How was I going to get out of this? What do I do? Do I run, or do I hide?

Running wasn't exactly an option; a wall of fire was blocking my way. I couldn't stay here, though; he wasn't letting up–I could take cover for a second so I could at least think of what to do. I make a run for it taking cover behind one of the gravestones. It’s not much, but at least it was something.

“Come on, do we really need to do this?”  It did little to stop Secondo’s attack–continuing to throw the balls of fire toward the stone. Ok, think, what can I do to stop him? The heat of the fire was starting to get to me; sweat was falling down my body from either the adrenaline or just how much I was moving. I really wasn’t sure.  

Fire, that’s it. Ok, focus. Remember what he taught you. I take a deep breath, trying to get something to happen. Focus.

I could feel my hands heating up. A spark was forming in between my hands.  Focus. I can do this. Finally, a tiny ball of flames erupts in my hands.

“Yes!” I threw my hands up in victory. The ball of flames going with it. It flew towards Secondo, missing him completely and landing in the space beside him, leaving little more than a scorch mark on the earth.

Secondo turns his gaze towards my misfire. A dark laugh leaves his lips as I return to take cover behind the gravestone.

“Is that the best you can do?” He practically roared, throwing the ball of fire back towards me. I just barely managed to dodge it. “Do you think the enemy will go soft on you? Attack me!” He raises his staff once more.

“Stop it. I can’t do this.” I lift my head, peeking out to look at him.         “You don’t have a choice. The enemy does not care what you can and can't do. They only want you dead.” He paused for a moment. “Or would you rather they kill those you care about?” He points his staff to the side, his eyes turning to look in the direction, “Vide quid vult”

I could see two figures beginning to appear out of the corner of my eye. Terzo and Copia materialize out of thin air—a look of horror on their faces. Despite whom had summoned them, they still seemed utterly horrified by what was happening. They stood there motionless, only letting out ragged breaths; they looked like they couldn't move even if they wanted to

“Leave them out of this.” I could feel what little control I had left me. I seriously didn’t want to hurt him, but now I wasn’t so sure.

“They will not stop until you are destroyed. They do not care who gets in the way.” His eyes break from me, looking towards one of the large boulders that stood unmoving at the gateway.

“Praecipio tibi, ut tollas de somno tuo” Pointing his staff to the side, the boulder began to lift from the ground. He hurled his staff in the direction of my boys. The boulder follows his command. 

“No!” I don’t know what came over me. It was as if time had stopped; everything was moving so slowly. My legs were moving without me having to think about it. I could feel every beat of my heart racing as I desperately tried to reach them in time. Reaching them just in time for the boulder. I brace myself for impact. All air left my body as the boulder rammed into my outstretched hands. It fell to the ground with little resistance.

 Taking deep breaths, I looked behind me; they weren’t there.  I could feel what little restain I had left me. I could feel my body changing. My gaze snapped to where Secondo stood.

Terzo and Copia stood by his side—the same look of horror present on their faces. Secondo looked utterly pleased with himself. He let out a dark chuckle; a smile was plastered on his face. This was the most alive I had ever seen him before. “Good! Now the real fun begins.”

I screamed–even that seemed to have changed into something monstrous. I couldn't recognize my own voice, but I didn’t care. Charging towards him at an inhuman speed, despite this, he still managed to dodge me. It only served to add fuel to my anger.  I could feel the snakes Lucifer had put on my side burning with every move I made, but it didn't stop me. I couldn’t stop. I had to get to them.

Dodging every shot of fire, he threw at me with an accuracy I never knew I could possess. I make my way to them. I could feel an icy fire on my face, the cold air hitting me with how fast I moved. I was getting closer. The last bit of control I had left me as I let out one more demonic scream.  

This was the only time I have ever seen him show true fear. The cockiness he had completely vanished from his face. His eyes had finally returned to normal. He sprints to where I have collapsed. “Prohibere!” 

 I could barely make out the feeling of him flipping onto my back. My vision faded in and out, and I couldn't hear the word leaving Secondo’s mouth. My head was pounding.  I just wanted to close my eyes. Yeah. I should just close my eyes.

  “Are you ok?” It was distant despite him being right next to me.

The world around me goes black.

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Fuck, it felt like there was a boulder on my chest. I couldn't move. Darkness surrounded me–there was a ringing in my ears that didn't seem to want to leave.

         “(y/n)...”

Where am I? Wait… The cemetery, Secondo… Terzo, Copia… The last thing I remember was Secondo screaming something. The rest was a blur in my memory. What exactly happened?

“(y/n)!”

Secondo? Why was he screaming? I think he’s screaming at least; everything feels as if I was floating through the clouds. My head was pounding.

“Are you there, principessa?”

I groan, the light blinding me as I try to open my eyes. “What happened?” I was in desperate need of a glass of water.

“You were beginning to lose control.” He turned his head to the side, looking towards the mausoleum.

The realization dawns on me, and with a small burst of energy, I try to sit up, “Terzo… Copia…”

“They were not real. Only illusions.”

“Oh…” I tried to sit up; my body, however, had other plans. The world around me began to spin; sighing in defeat, I lay back down. Secondo looked down at me. He looked lost in thought, a look of worry etched on his face.

“I may have gone just a little too hard on you.” He paused, looking anywhere else that wasn't me. “I should not have pushed the limits… I’m sorry.” It was so low I was surprised I heard it, and my head snapped toward him. I don't think I ever heard him apologize for anything before.

He looked like a lost kid,  unsure what to do, let alone say. He let out a long sigh looking towards me. He offered me his hand. Helping me sit up before pulling a juice box out of his back pocket.

“Did you have that in there this whole time?” I ask, thankful for it. It took everything in me to not down it in one gulp.

“This isn't my first rodeo…” There was that far-off look 

“What do you mean? I thought I was the first?”

“No. The first antichrist, yes, but not the first hybrid to have stayed in the Abbey.”

“Who was it?” I had to know. This was the most I have ever heard about this. I knew others had a demon parent, but to know there was another here was.

Secondo’s gaze moved back to the mausoleum for a moment before snapping back to me. He didn’t say anything, just looked.

“Come on, you can’t just say that and then not tell me!”

He seemed to hesitate but knew I wouldn’t stop until I got an answer. He sighed, “My wife…”

“YOU WERE MARRIED!?” I bolted upright, ignoring the pain in my head. I didn’t mean for it to come off like I was surprised. I was, however, beyond surprised to hear that Secondo, of all people, was married.

He only nodded, “She was the daughter of a ghoul and a man of this earth…”

“Well, where is she?” I could help but push more.

“She died a few years back…” A far-off look in his eyes.

“Oh…”  There was a moment of silence that passed between us.

“We’re going to try something different today.”  Secondo’s voice echoed around the halls. He wasn’t wearing his usual robes. Instead, he was dressed in a white button-up shirt and black slacks. He had his sleeves rolled up, exposing the tattoos on his arms. He was carrying his staff in one arm. He was moving with little urgency, but I was a nervous wreck.

This morning started with me receiving a rather large book shoved into my arms by a waiting Secondo and very little explanation of where we were going. In fact, this was the first thing he had said to me since I made it to his office door this morning. I started to fear that he was finally sick of me being late.

“Can I ask where we’re going?”

My arms were starting to hurt from just how heavy this book was. It was well-loved, as if it was out of someone’s personal collection. There wasn’t a title, but it looked old and essential.

“The graveyard.” He said it so nonchalantly.

 I stubble over my steps, almost falling. “I’m sorry, what?” So this was it, wasn’t it? So this was how I was going to die.

“Calm down; I’m not going to kill you,” He cast me a sideways glance. “ Mio fratello avrebbe avuto una crisi, per non parlare del cardinale.” I really need to learn Italian…

 I gulp–my grip on the book only tightens. I didn’t even know that there was a graveyard. What would we even be doing down there? Why were we even going to the cemetery, of all places?  I could feel a pit forming in my stomach, one I hadn’t felt in quite a while. I take an uneasy breath.

The large doors at the front of the Abbey came into view. Each step is met with the pounding of my heart. I couldn’t tell you, but I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. It felt like I would fall into it if I weren’t careful.  

The blinding afternoon mid-April sun nearly blinded me. The forest surrounding the Abbey seemed to breathe with each passing breeze.  The feeling wasn’t going away; if anything, it was getting worse. We were only getting closer to the forest.

“We will be back before sundown. Others know this and will not come looking for us until then. Do you understand?”

My breathing was picking up, but I nodded my head nonetheless. I have an awful feeling about this. This isn't going to end well. The sound of snapping thighs and crushed leaves echo in my ears. They seemed so far away.

Up a little bit from the path was a clearing. A fence lined the outside; several large boulders lay near the entrance. Graves lined the grounds, some older than others. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a mausoleum in the distance. There was an energy that radiated from this place. We were not alone; whoever else was still here with us was very old.

         He continued despite me falling behind. His assurance from earlier didn’t do much to help with the ever-increasing sense of dread in the pit of my stomach. I picked up my pace so that I wasn’t alone. This place was beyond creepy; it felt like my every move was being watched.

He comes to a sudden stop. I collided right into his back, crashing to the ground.

“Throw something at me.” He was being so nonchalant with every word he said to me. I was left in a state of shock. I honestly really wasn’t sure how to react.

“I’m sorry, what?” I looked at him like he had three heads, slowly bringing myself to my feet. Was he looking for me to do something to have an excuse to kill me? But he said others knew we were out there.

“You head me, throw something at me.”

I slowly bent down to grab a stick before he stopped me, “No, not like that. Use your powers.”

 “I can’t do that.”

“You can, now, do it.”

“I can’t throw something with my mind.”

“We can either do this the easy way, and you stop hiding from yourself, or we do this the hard way, and I won’t be so nice. We are running out of time here principessa, and my patience is running thin.”

I gulp, looking toward one of the smaller rocks in the area. Settling on the smallest I could find, I tried to do as he asked. I could feel myself straining, but it didn’t move. Despite my best efforts, the rock did not move. Finally, I could hear Secondo let out an exasperated sigh.

“Fine, you chose the hard way.” He clears his throat. Snapping his fingers, the book I had been holding springs to life. The pages fly open as he brings his staff to the grown.  His white eye starts to glow.  “Now, you will fight me like your life depends on it. I am your enemy in these moments, and I will not stop until you cannot fight anymore.”

“Now, let's begin.” The word came from all around. It was almost impossible to tell where he was even despite being right in my sight. The whole atmosphere changed with his words. A chill ran down my spine.

He lifts his staff, bringing it barreling to the ground. A thunderous clap sounded off throughout the graveyard. A ring of white and orange flames sprang to life around us, trapping me in here with him.

“You cannot run this time, Principessa.” It almost didn't sound like him anymore. A low rubble echoes around me, and I try to regain my bearings.

This had to be a test, a joke even. There was no way I could do this. Then, a bright flash of orange and red whizzed past my head.

Ok, maybe he wasn't joking.

I could hear him muttering something in Latin as another ball of fire missed my body. He really wasn't joking; I don’t even think this is the full extent of what he could do. How was I going to get out of this? What do I do? Do I run, or do I hide?

Running wasn't exactly an option; a wall of fire was blocking my way. I couldn't stay here, though; he wasn't letting up–I could take cover for a second so I could at least think of what to do. I make a run for it taking cover behind one of the gravestones. It’s not much, but at least it was something.

“Come on, do we really need to do this?”  It did little to stop Secondo’s attack–continuing to throw the balls of fire toward the stone. Ok, think, what can I do to stop him? The heat of the fire was starting to get to me; sweat was falling down my body from either the adrenaline or just how much I was moving. I really wasn’t sure.  

Fire, that’s it. Ok, focus. Remember what he taught you. I take a deep breath, trying to get something to happen. Focus.

I could feel my hands heating up. A spark was forming in between my hands.  Focus. I can do this. Finally, a tiny ball of flames erupts in my hands.

“Yes!” I threw my hands up in victory. The ball of flames going with it. It flew towards Secondo, missing him completely and landing in the space beside him, leaving little more than a scorch mark on the earth.

Secondo turns his gaze towards my misfire. A dark laugh leaves his lips as I return to take cover behind the gravestone.

“Is that the best you can do?” He practically roared, throwing the ball of fire back towards me. I just barely managed to dodge it. “Do you think the enemy will go soft on you? Attack me!” He raises his staff once more.

“Stop it. I can’t do this.” I lift my head, peeking out to look at him.         “You don’t have a choice. The enemy does not care what you can and can't do. They only want you dead.” He paused for a moment. “Or would you rather they kill those you care about?” He points his staff to the side, his eyes turning to look in the direction, “Vide quid vult”

I could see two figures beginning to appear out of the corner of my eye. Terzo and Copia materialize out of thin air—a look of horror on their faces. Despite whom had summoned them, they still seemed utterly horrified by what was happening. They stood there motionless, only letting out ragged breaths; they looked like they couldn't move even if they wanted to

“Leave them out of this.” I could feel what little control I had left me. I seriously didn’t want to hurt him, but now I wasn’t so sure.

“They will not stop until you are destroyed. They do not care who gets in the way.” His eyes break from me, looking towards one of the large boulders that stood unmoving at the gateway.

“Praecipio tibi, ut tollas de somno tuo” Pointing his staff to the side, the boulder began to lift from the ground. He hurled his staff in the direction of my boys. The boulder follows his command. 

“No!” I don’t know what came over me. It was as if time had stopped; everything was moving so slowly. My legs were moving without me having to think about it. I could feel every beat of my heart racing as I desperately tried to reach them in time. Reaching them just in time for the boulder. I brace myself for impact. All air left my body as the boulder rammed into my outstretched hands. It fell to the ground with little resistance.

 Taking deep breaths, I looked behind me; they weren’t there.  I could feel what little restain I had left me. I could feel my body changing. My gaze snapped to where Secondo stood.

Terzo and Copia stood by his side—the same look of horror present on their faces. Secondo looked utterly pleased with himself. He let out a dark chuckle; a smile was plastered on his face. This was the most alive I had ever seen him before. “Good! Now the real fun begins.”

I screamed–even that seemed to have changed into something monstrous. I couldn't recognize my own voice, but I didn’t care. Charging towards him at an inhuman speed, despite this, he still managed to dodge me. It only served to add fuel to my anger.  I could feel the snakes Lucifer had put on my side burning with every move I made, but it didn't stop me. I couldn’t stop. I had to get to them.

Dodging every shot of fire, he threw at me with an accuracy I never knew I could possess. I make my way to them. I could feel an icy fire on my face, the cold air hitting me with how fast I moved. I was getting closer. The last bit of control I had left me as I let out one more demonic scream.  

This was the only time I have ever seen him show true fear. The cockiness he had completely vanished from his face. His eyes had finally returned to normal. He sprints to where I have collapsed. “Prohibere!” 

 I could barely make out the feeling of him flipping onto my back. My vision faded in and out, and I couldn't hear the word leaving Secondo’s mouth. My head was pounding.  I just wanted to close my eyes. Yeah. I should just close my eyes.

  “Are you ok?” It was distant despite him being right next to me.

The world around me goes black.

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Fuck, it felt like there was a boulder on my chest. I couldn't move. Darkness surrounded me–there was a ringing in my ears that didn't seem to want to leave.

         “(y/n)...”

Where am I? Wait… The cemetery, Secondo… Terzo, Copia… The last thing I remember was Secondo screaming something. The rest was a blur in my memory. What exactly happened?

“(y/n)!”

Secondo? Why was he screaming? I think he’s screaming at least; everything feels as if I was floating through the clouds. My head was pounding.

“Are you there, principessa?”

I groan, the light blinding me as I try to open my eyes. “What happened?” I was in desperate need of a glass of water.

“You were beginning to lose control.” He turned his head to the side, looking towards the mausoleum.

The realization dawns on me, and with a small burst of energy, I try to sit up, “Terzo… Copia…”

“They were not real. Only illusions.”

“Oh…” I tried to sit up; my body, however, had other plans. The world around me began to spin; sighing in defeat, I lay back down. Secondo looked down at me. He looked lost in thought, a look of worry etched on his face.

“I may have gone just a little too hard on you.” He paused, looking anywhere else that wasn't me. “I should not have pushed the limits… I’m sorry.” It was so low I was surprised I heard it, and my head snapped toward him. I don't think I ever heard him apologize for anything before.

He looked like a lost kid,  unsure what to do, let alone say. He let out a long sigh looking towards me. He offered me his hand. Helping me sit up before pulling a juice box out of his back pocket.

“Did you have that in there this whole time?” I ask, thankful for it. It took everything in me to not down it in one gulp.

“This isn't my first rodeo…” There was that far-off look 

“What do you mean? I thought I was the first?”

“No. The first antichrist, yes, but not the first hybrid to have stayed in the Abbey.”

“Who was it?” I had to know. This was the most I have ever heard about this. I knew others had a demon parent, but to know there was another here was.

Secondo’s gaze moved back to the mausoleum for a moment before snapping back to me. He didn’t say anything, just looked.

“Come on, you can’t just say that and then not tell me!”

He seemed to hesitate but knew I wouldn’t stop until I got an answer. He sighed, “My wife…”

“YOU WERE MARRIED!?” I bolted upright, ignoring the pain in my head. I didn’t mean for it to come off like I was surprised. I was, however, beyond surprised to hear that Secondo, of all people, was married.

He only nodded, “She was the daughter of a ghoul and a man of this earth…”

“Well, where is she?” I could help but push more.

“She died a few years back…” A far-off look in his eyes.

“Oh…”  There was a moment of silence that passed between us.

“How?” I should stop talking, but I could not help but want to know. She was like me… That was the most I have ever gotten to help explain what I am, and if I could get more out of him, then maybe I should press a little bit more.

“A rogue angel took her from me…” His voice was unsettlingly even, but there was a fire in his eyes. It was an anger I had never seen before, not in him.

The air around us had changed. It was as if the very spirits themselves were angry. I shudder; I don't know what I should say. The tension in the air was thick.

“She died in my arms.” he finally whispered, staring at the mausoleum once more. If I didn't know any better, it almost looked like he had tears in his eyes. They were glossed over like he was in a different, much simpler time.

“Are you ok?” I ask, my hand coming to rest on his shoulder.

This seemed to snap him out of it. He turns to look at the hand, letting out a rather long sigh. “To be completely honest with you, no. But it gets easier with time, or at least that’s what they tell me. Love is a blessing and a curse. Yet I would do it all again if I could just hold her one more time.”

I stared at him dumbfounded. I don't know what to say. We stayed like this for a while, his words repeating in my mind. Maybe I was in more danger than I thought I was. I didn’t even know angels were able to kill others. Not only that, but what does that mean for me?

I couldn’t tell you how long we sat like that. We were both in our little worlds, our thoughts racing. I glanced over at him to see him staring at the ground. I bring my hand to his shoulder, breaking him from his thoughts. He snaps his head up to look at me. I offer him a smile–one he does not return. His once-tense body relaxes under my touch as he lets out a long, drawn-out breath.

“We should start heading back. I’m sure mio fratello and the cardinal are wondering where we are.”  He finally said, looking towards the sky. The sun was beginning to set– the light was leaving the graveyard, and an ominous glow was beginning to cast itself around the grounds.

The walk back was, for the most part, quiet. Secondo led the way, his staff clicking with every step he took.

“You remind me a lot of her.” He finally broke the silence. “Both of you were stubborn beyond belief; you never know when to quit. It’s something that I admire about you principessa.”

“Who are you, and what have you done with Secondo.” I retort, not really sure what to say. He was doing a good job of throwing me for a loop today. “I never exactly took you for one to fall in love. You really give the silence suffering alone kinda type.”

“I never thought I would until I found her. She called me out on many of my behaviors and brought out the best in me. I don't think we would have this conversation right now if it wasn't for her.”

“I figure you would take love for weakness,” I mutter. 

“Love is not a weakness. You are not weak for being in love–it makes you all the more powerful. Don’t forget that piccolo.”

I’ve never heard him talk like this before. He was genuine with his words; nothing was hidden behind them.

“Thank you for today. I don’t think I could do this without you.”

We were approaching the edge of the woods. I could make out two figures waiting for me. One was pacing back and forth, while the other looked like he was sitting down. A soft smile formed on my face as the realization dawned on me. Terzo and Copia were waiting for me. Dispute everything; they were still waiting for me, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

My pace quickens as my thoughts race. What I had been feeling for them for months is now hitting me. I was hopelessly in love with them. I was in love with them and was scared of what that meant. Secondo’s words replay in my head. I trip over my feet, slowing up. My realization was still fresh in my mind.  

As if sensing my hesitation, Secondo let out a soft chuckle–a similar smile made its way to his face, “Go to them.” He nudges my shoulder--throwing his head in their direction. I look towards him, a silent understanding passing between us. I turn my attention back to my boys. I took off to where they stood waiting—a new fire lit in my heart.

There really was no going back after today. I have too much riding on me. I was done hiding from myself. Now it was just time to stop hiding from how I felt.

[olimari-artbox]

Just got back from the ghost movie and OH MY LUCIFER I loved it

Spoilers underneath

COPIA IS COPIA IMPERATOR NOOOOWWWWW YAAAASSSSSS

I have no idea what that is going to mean for how the concerts and music is done because I'm pretty sure that the priest(I forgor his name) is going to be the new cardinal and maybe eventually papa.

If Tobias leaves the vocals to someone new I will die

But, copia isn't dead, sister is. Which is sad, but at least she's a ghost now with the others

Alllllllso ONE OF THE GHOULS TALKED!? like vocally, he spoke. I wasn't able to tell who it was

He was twink lookin

But overall, the movie was amazing and I loved everything about it, even the confusing part with the hot air balloon at the end.

Also my babies

We love them

[peanutbutter-doodles]

Life can lead to strange occurrences

Copia: Mountain

Mountain' 'tending to his plants'' Yes, Copia?

Copia: Do they know?

Mountain: do they know, what?

Copia: That you were once, the servant of god?

Mountain' 'stops watering the plants'' No

Copia: It's not My business to pry into other's personal life or for where they came from but weren't you there when the second became papa?

Mountain: Somewhat yes.

Copia: what was your intent?

Mountain: i was only there to watch you humans, to make sure you weren't going to do anything ''Blasphemous'' as the old man would say ''laughs''.

Copia:....

did you ever say anything?

Mountain''cuts a flower'' no, after a few missions and serving for a thousand years, why should i? just so They can make things in there vision right? while there's literally people who need help and guidance, yet they just want us to watch over people and not do nothin but to report.

Copia: how long did you serve, until you fell?

Mountain''chuckles'' For years.

Copia: Then, you Enter the clergy thus that's when you Join The 3rd when his era was almost over, am i right?

Mountain: Correct.

Copia: Would you ever tell the ghouls?

Mountain: no

there are some things, That they should not know about. Even with stuff like this, it should be forgotten but can be learned if never talked about.

Copia''looks up at Mountain'' You've grown a lot as a person, haven't you mountain?

Mountain''nods'' some would say, i'm just a old soul but in reality i'm still the person who was the servant, the fallen, the caretaker, Lover or Protector but to some i've never really changed, i'm still me.

Do you regret it?

regret what, my dear papa?

Doing what you did to save that family, who were destined to die?

No, if I regretted it I wouldn't be here right now with the ones I love and Happily serve ''gives flower'' you all give me a reason to Feel Alive and the work we do mean somethin even it's small or big, i'm always Honored to do it, papa.

Copia''smiles''

isn't almost time for mass?

''looks at time''

almost, i should get goin ''starts packin'' i don't want to deal with nihil floating and getting stuck in walls again for a hour.

''chuckles'' he's not that good at being ghost, is he?

no, the only thing he's good at is being a nuisance.

''both laugh''

Well, i gotta get going''starts leaving'' would i see you at mass?

most likely, yes.

Good.

oh, and copia?

copia''turns around''

Thank you.

No problem, my dear...Amore

''leaves''

it's strange what consequences, in your life could lead to either good or bad but at least life finds a way.

💚

[emeritus-fuckers]

(gonna subscript it so it hopefully isn't as long as the color of the sky)

Buckleup chucklefucks (affectionate) I am looking for a husband (matchup event please <3) Papas if that's okay, because I'm not super familiar with all the ghouls. Even though I'm pretty sure Jez is going to say Papa Nihil - Crusty Edition just to spite me lmao

Some starter information about me: I'm an INFP MBTI and a Scorpio. I'm "introverted, idealistic, creative, and driven by high values" and motivated by helping others and understanding the world. I'm passionate person, in everything I do, really, but especially with romantic relationships. I am a hopeless romantic. (also, Scorpio is supposedly the most sexual zodiac haha) I can be slow to warm up to people, but once I do, I am ride-or-die and loyal to a fault. I'm ambitious in the sense that I want to learn the world's secrets and help others live their best lives. I'm a very philosophical and dedicated to my academic studies, primarily interested in psychology, society, and culture. Otherwise I'm a creative person and a storyteller. I draw political art and write poetry to channel thoughts of depression and isolation. I tend to take up random projects I fixate on, like building a guitar or making jewelry. I sing in a choir setting and casually play electric and acoustic guitar, as well as electric bass. Physically, I am transmasc and embrace the "feminine in a boy way" vibe. I'm short and have a lanky build, but have been cursed with curvy legs and ass like Copia because I walk so much on campus RIP. I've got dark curly hair (kinda the Damiano David vibe before the buzz cut), extremely light brown/amber eyes and long lashes that stab me in the eyeball on a daily basis, and tan complexion. In the face, I've got the van dyke goatee going on, and a strong jawline and cheekbones. I swear, I'm not this vain, I'm just putting my best foot forward when in all reality I could write a novel using all my insecurities lol

Congrats on the follower milestone and thank y'all so much! I love the emeritus-fuckers team and all that you do! I know all 3 of you are super busy, so absolutely no rush! :)

Your match is… Terzo

It took a while for you both to get to know each other properly, to open up. But when you did, you both fell completely head over heels. He is very passionate. You are both hopeless romantics so it works well!

So, you are the most sexual zodiac sign, it’s a good thing Terzo can, err, keep up with you, should we say.

He loves that you want to help others. It’s part of what initially drew him to you. As well as your wonder about the world and your creative spirit!

He is very content watching you throw yourself into your studies. That happy concentrated smile you have on your face, it just makes him fall for you more.

He adores your storytelling! He’ll listen hooked on your every word.

On a summers evening, you often lie next to each other, by a campfire, looking at the stares, swapping stories (he is also good at telling a tale).

And if you get cold he’ll wrap you up in his arms and lay little kisses all over you.

As for your projects, he’ll throw himself in with equal enthusiasm no matter how random it is!

If you ever feel depressed or isolated, he’s there for you. He’ll hold you close to him and reassure you. He’ll then sit and write songs while you channel your feelings into poetry or art.

He loves listening to you sing in the choir. He’s always enjoyed choral music anyway but to hear you sing it is even better. If you do concerts he’s at every single one.

He loves how you look. He’s a bit of a perv in the way he shows it, but he’d never do anything that would make you uncomfortable (he would ask what your boundaries are.).

He would say this to you “It’s not vain, you err should be putting your best foot forward! Papa is very proud of you.”

[skywarpie]

Copia isn't going to die, he told me so himself while we were buying our retirement condo in Florida

[youwouldntlietopapa]

The Words That Were Never Spoken (OC Re-Edit) - Chapter Eleven

For the first few moments, Izzy couldn’t have said what year it is, much less how long she slept. A while, is the conservative estimate she settles on. Eyes still closed, reluctant to open them and let go of the bit of her dreams. But her body wakes up whether she likes it or not. Settling back into reality, where she’s still in Copia’s bed, where the pillow still smells like him, where it’s safe. Slowly realising that her hand is holding tightly to another and that it’s not only the sound of her own breath in the quiet room.

She’s met by his mismatched eyes when she finally looks, every bit as sleepy as her own. His paints are smudged and his cassock and dark shirt are missing, leaving him in an undershirt and his trousers. A faint smile playing on his lips. One she returns without hesitation or a second thought.

“I was just dreaming about you.” It’s barely a whisper, worried that if the moment breaks, it will shatter. “And here you are.”

His smile spreads a little wider and his hand slips, reluctantly, free of hers. Copia shifts a little closer and even that small move makes Izzy’s heart pound in her chest like it means to break free. His hands cupping her cheeks gently, running a thumb over her cheekbone, staring intently back at her. Without a word, leaning closer, his lips finding hers.

Not the chaste kiss on the cheek, not the soft kiss on the forehead she’s accustomed to from him. Kissing her deeply, passionately. Like she’s dreamed of a thousand times. That has her pressing herself against him and holding him tightly, lost in the taste of his lips and the feel of his body next to hers. Like all of the pieces of her life that had been missing falling into place.

Copia’s forehead presses to her’s, breaking away just enough to take a breath. Lips still brushing against hers, staring into the depths of her soul. She doesn’t even know where to start. But she can feel the tears pricking at her eyes. And there has to be some place to start…

"Cope…” Izzy whispers, holding on a little tighter as if he might vanish. “I… I can't lose you. You understand? I can't. You mean the world to me. More than that. More than anything. And every time I try to say the words, I freeze…"

His lips meet hers again and she wants to scream. Just let me say it. Please, I’ll explode if I don’t say it.

His voice is soft but steady. Certain and confident the way she’s only heard in private, and even then, too rarely. Speaking words that will be carved into her heart and soul until her last breath.

"Isobel, I love you. I love you from the very first moment I see you. I love you more every moment since then. I love you until I can't breathe or think or speak or do anything that isn't loving you. And if I spend one more day without saying it out loud, I will die."

There’s no holding back the tears and she doesn’t even try. It’s too much. Too overwhelming. Her heart aches until it feels like it will burst while a part of her is furious at herself for waiting. For being afraid. For holding back. When everything she wanted, everything she needed was right there.

“… Tell me they are not sad tears… please?” Copia whispers, drying her cheeks.

Her response is somewhere between a sob and a laugh. Slipping her hands up through his hair the way she’s wanted to do for so long, it aches, Izzy pulls him into another kiss. “They aren’t,” she manages softly. “But you really stole my thunder, Cope.”

He lets out a relieved chuckle, wrapping his arms around her. "Scusami."

“I think I can forgive you.” Her fingertips trace the lines of his face, gently, eager for the warmth of his skin against her own and still feeling like she should hold back even a little. Watching his eyes slide closed, the smile on his lips, revelling in the contact just as much. “…. Se sapessi quante volte ho provato a dirlo. O quante volte ho sognato di sentirlo. Quante notti sono rimasto sveglio desiderando che tu fossi accanto a me. Quante preghiere disperate ho fatto... Perché non c'è nessun altro, *nessuno* che abbia mai avuto tutto il mio cuore come te. Nessuno accanto al quale preferirei svegliarmi. Nessuno con cui preferirei passare le mie giornate. Nessuno in tutto il mondo amo quanto amo te. Sei molto più del mio migliore amico. Stando con te... sono al sicuro, visto e... a casa. Ti amo, Copia. Con tutto il mio cuore. E non riesco a immaginare una versione della mia vita senza te.”

His eyes snap open as soon as she starts speaking. Staring at her, frozen in place. Not making a sound until she’s finished. Tears quickly ruining his paints. Copia buries his face in her shoulder, holding her tightly, wrapping himself around her, not able to be touching her enough.

“You don’t tell me you are learning…” His voice cracks.

“I wanted to surprise you.” Izzy’s fingers comb through his hair, softly scratching his scalp.

Copia lets out another strangled sob. “You learn… for me?”

She kisses his temple and his cheek, his jaw and along his neck. Desperate to kiss every available patch of skin. “I wanted to make sure that I was as clear as possible. Because I never want you to doubt how much I love you.”

“Never again. Never, Isobella.” He pulls away enough to look at you. “We have both been very stupid, no?”

She laughs, pressing her forehead to his again and letting the joy wash over her. “We really have.”

“No more. I swear, I tell you every time I think it.” He laughs with you. “Maybe not every time. I don’t get anything else done.”

“If you’re here napping, does that mean you’re not expected anywhere else today?”

“There is nowhere so important that I leave now.” His mouth finds her neck, his warm tongue against her skin. Dragging a moan from her lips, for once, not fighting it. Copia shudders and lets out a shaky breath. “I dream of hearing that sound, amore. For years.”

Izzy’s nose bumps against his and she steals another small kiss. Whispering so close, he fills her whole field of vision. “No more dreaming. I am, as I have been from the first moment I saw you, completely, unquestionably yours. Only yours.”

“And I am yours, Isobel. Always.”

……………

His mind screams at him to take it slow. Not to rush. But he can still taste her lips on his. she’s still pressed up against him. The tiny sounds and the moan he won from her are still ringing in his ears. “I… I want to touch you. Please…”

“Cope… I’ve been waiting so long for that. Don’t make me beg.” She kisses another trail up his neck, speaking softly next to his ear. “I want you, Copia. I need you.”

The noise he makes echoes in her very core, and when his hips press against her, it’s impossible to miss how hard he is. His hand slips under her sweater, exploring slowly, gently, her leg hooking over his hip.

“I think I will go mad with you in my bed.” Copia bites softly at her skin, just enough to tease. “Trying to hold back when all I want is you.”

“I don’t want to hold back. Not anymore. Not with you.” She shifts, half sitting up. Smiling at his quiet whimper. Izzy lifts his hand, kissing his fingers. Grabbing the hem of her sweater and pulling it over her head in a single motion. Her arm snakes around behind her back and pops the clasp of her bra open, tossing both aside. However sad he is at the momentary loss of contact turns into a sharp breath and a prayer she’s not sure she’s heard before. His hands eagerly reaching for her as she lies back down beside him, returning to his embrace.

“How do I ever get so lucky?” His hand runs up her side, cupping her breast, catching a pink nipple between his thumb and finger. Pinching just hard enough to get a hiss. Ducking his head to kiss the pain away.

Izzy looks right back at him when he tips his head back to see her. “It’s not luck, Cope. You? You are perfect. Brilliant and sweet and beautiful. It wasn’t some trick or cosmic interference. It was all you. From the very start. You stole my heart and I wanted you to keep it.”

“You take mine in return.” He blushes and kisses her again. “Without complaint from me. You are perfection. I worship at your altar forever, amore.”

Her fingers reach down to lift the hem of his under-shirt, tugging it up, letting her nails ghost over his skin as she does. “Let me see you… please?”

Copia doesn’t hesitate, pulling the thin white shirt over his head and throwing it somewhere behind him. Her fingers combing through his chest hair almost as soon as it’s gone. Kissing along his collar bone and nipping at his shoulder. Reaching down to unbuckle his belt. Her name on his lips like the most obscene prayer.

“Ho bisogno di te, Isobella. Ho bisogno di te come dell'aria.” He breathes, a husky edge on his voice she’s never heard before. One that sends a shudder through her, stoking the white hot flame at her core.

One hand slides down, running over his cock, straining against his pants. Stroking him through the fabric, circling the dark spot of pre soaking through with her thumb. The noise it rips Copia is almost a sob. So long hoping and dreaming and wishing. The reality is overwhelming. And still there is a part of him still screaming for more. Want and need and love and desire all fighting for notice. Thankful when she doesn’t leave him waiting.

She unbuttons his trousers and frees him from the confines of the fabric. Her breath catches in her throat when she looks down at him. It’s one thing to have seen him in his white suit and another entirely to see him achingly hard and leaking. To be able to take him in hand and drink in every perfect, beautiful sound he makes. Running her thumb over his head, through the beads of moisture collecting there. Earning another needy moan.

But he’s still and silent, frozen in place, as he watches Izzy lift her hand and lick her thumb clean. Eyes fluttering and moaning. Sinking into his kiss. The taste of him on her lips. And the thought echoes in his mind again and again.

He knows her. He knows her almost as well as he knows himself. His friend… how many times has he said it before? His best friend. Years of learning and growing and being together. And this? For all the fear and panic and worry? This feels as right and as easy as anything has ever felt. Like this is where she’s always been. Where she was always meant to be. Keenly, embarrassingly aware that he should never have needed a sign in the first place.

Pulling away from her takes every ounce of self control he has. His entire body aching to be pressed against her, touching and tasting and marvelling. Focusing on it only being temporary. Copia kicks off his pants and socks, moving around to the end of the bed to help her do the same. His fingers catching her waistband and smiling hungrily when she lifts her hips to let him drag her pants down and off, leaving her naked before him.

His heart pounds in his chest and his cock twitches in anticipation, crawling up toward her, fighting the urge to wrap his arms around her thighs and bury his face in her slick until she’s gasping for breath. But she crooks a finger and he is compelled to obey. Settling between her legs, one hand cupping her breast, his mouth latching on to a perfect pink nipple. Licking and sucking and nipping while she struggles to keep still. Her fingers in his hair, tugging softly.

“Cope…” Izzy moans and the sound of his name said with unrestrained desire has him rutting against the bed. His hand slipping between her legs and running his fingers between her folds. Her grip tightens and she nearly whimpers. Taking a shuddering breath as he circles her clit slowly. “Copia… my love…”

His head snaps up to look at her. Moving up higher on the bed and looking down at her. His Isobel. His love. Copia kisses her deeply as her hands explore every part of him she can reach. her hips rolling against his. Grinding herself against his aching need, dripping and eager for more.

“Please, Isobel… Tell me you want me. Tell me to take you. Tell me yes.” Copia’s husky whisper next to her ear is desperate and rapidly coming undone. His mouth on her neck again. His tongue finds her pulse point and lavishes attention there. Sucking enough to leave a mark. His own mark on her skin where people will see and know. She is his as much as he is hers.

“Yes…” She breathes. “Please. I want to feel you… all of you. I want you.”

His hand runs down her side and her eyes lock onto his. Those mismatched eyes that she adores stare right back at her. The crease in between his brows deepening as Copia presses himself against her. Izzy’s knees hug his sides, nails teasing through his chest hair. Taking a sharp, shaky breath when he presses himself in. Slowly. So slowly. Her hands moving back up into his hair and his forehead pressed to hers. Copia’s voice echoing her own, moaning deeply as his hips bump up against hers. The stretch of him filling her sends sparks along every nerve.

It’s hard to think straight or at all with all of his attention focused on her, the sounds she makes, and the warmth of her around him. Clenching in waves just having him there, buried inside her. Holding himself still and savouring it all. If this was all he was made for, it would be enough to sustain him forever.

“Ti amo... ti amo così tanto. La mia regina.” His lips brush softly against hers.

Izzy’s teeth tease his bottom lip, nuzzling her nose against his. “Anch'io ti amo. Sempre e per sempre. Copia.”

She gently rocks her hips against his and his breath catches in his throat. Not needing any more encouragement to join her. He pulls his hips back and drives himself deep again. A slow, tentative first stroke and then another, and another. Faster and harder. Finding his pace, the both of them finding your rhythm.

Copia reaches back, gripping her thigh, pulling it up higher as he thrusts in again. His moans and grunts muffled by her shoulder as he bites and kisses and runs his tongue over her delicate skin. Every cry and moan from her urges him on.

“Yes, amore…. Yes… Let me hear you…” His breath is hot on her neck, his lips brushing just below her ear. “Please… please, Isobella… Say my name. Say it again.”

Izzy’s fingers tighten in his hair, the sudden tug answered by his hips snapping against hers, hard. And when she moans his name, shamelessly needy and pleading, he can feel himself starting to come undone. Losing what little self-control he has left, the last of his restraint crumbling to dust.

She cries out as he bucks into her, hooking her legs behind his hips and pulling him tighter. Thrusting back against him with equal need. Nothing else matters. There isn’t anything beyond him, the entire universe shrunk down to the two of them and the beautiful ache of him filling her again and again. No dream or fantasy ever came close. She wants to feel it in her hips and thighs for days.

“Oh god, Cope… yes.... Don’t… don’t stop…” Izzy’s nails bite into his back and she crushes her eyes closed, gasping for breath. The fire at her core burns white hot, threatening to consume her. “You’re perfect…. You’re perfect…”

His hips stutter, as close to the edge as she is. Thrusting in deep and hard until words abandon her entirely. Her back arches off the bed, her mouth opening in a soundless cry. Gripping him tightly as the inferno explodes. A moan breaking free from the very depths of her soul. Copia gasping at the feel of her cumming hard around him, dragging him over the edge with her. Burying himself to the hilt, his cock kicking and spilling inside her. His hands grab at Izzy in a way she’s sure will leave marks, and cries out her name.

It’s not just a dream.

Not a fantasy.

Joined as one. Breathless and deliriously happy. Both gasping softly with each tensing aftershock tightening around him, overstimulated and unwilling to give her up all at once. Following the gentle tug of her hands, Copia settles down on top of her. Izzy’s fingers combing through his hair as her breathing begins to level out. He hisses as he pulls himself free and she echoes the sound, whimpering softly, clenching around nothing.

He covers her chest with slow, gentle kisses, and she chuckles softly. Things feel both as familiar as always and completely new. But the urge to tease him lightly, to see his cheeks go pink, hasn’t changed at all. “May I ask you something?” She keeps her voice soft, scratching softly over his scalp.

“Anything, amore mio.” Copia slowly shifts on to his side next to her, tugging Izzy close again.

She runs a fingertip over his thin moustache, setting it back in place. “Yesterday morning, when you reminded me about Sister…” His cheeks are already flushed and she can feel his heart pounding. “Did you call out my name accidentally?”

He groans and buries his face in her shoulder. “I say ask me anything! Why this?”

“You did!” She can’t help laughing.

“You do this to me! You know the night before, you roll over and sleep on my chest? In the middle of my prayer!” Copia’s hands immediately find the ticklish spots at her sides, grinning and laughing when she shrieks, wiggling to get away.

“I was hoping you hadn’t noticed!” She offers a weak defence, deciding to retaliate by kissing him again. The tickling attack stops almost immediately, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her tightly to his chest. “To be honest, I’m glad it wasn’t just me.”

“No, Isobel. Not just you. Never just you.” His fingers softly tuck her loose hairs behind her ear and send a cascade of goosebumps rushing down her arm.

“… Cope?”

“Hmm?” His lips brush her forehead.

Izzy lowers her voice like she might be overheard, keeping as close as possible. “Did… did you say it… last night? Or was it a dream?”

Copia freezes and she already knows the answer. He’s always a bit like a kid with his hand in a cookie jar when he gets caught. “… I didn’t think you hear me. When I turn around you are sleeping.”

“I wasn’t sure that I had. I thought I must have imagined it. The whole evening I was sitting there, trying to work up the courage to say it or to make a move or… something.” Just being close, sharing a pillow, staring back at him without worrying about how long she’s been staring or getting caught doing it, she’s hit with how much more comfortable it feels. The relationship they had finally becoming the relationship it was always supposed to be.

“You mean what you do with your fingers is not something?” He chuckles, tracing mindless shapes idly over her back. “I nearly snap the controller in half.”

“If you knew how long I’ve spent thinking about running my fingers through your hair.” She smiles gently, far past worrying about sounding silly or the blush she can feel rising. Especially not when his cheeks are just as pink.

“Maybe as long as I think about the same thing.” He whispers, kissing her softly. “I should have told you, at the beginning, and every day since then.”

Izzy hooks her leg over his hip and pulls herself closer to him, curling up against his chest the way she’s been dreaming of. Kissing his shoulder and teasing his chest hair. Enveloped in his warmth and his familiar smell. “Do you think we can agree to something, for… us… together?”

His arms hug her a little closer, resting his cheek on the top of her head, and he closes his eyes. More comfortable and at home than he’s ever felt anywhere. “Us… together… I like this. Tell me.”

“No beating ourselves up over how long it took and just being happy that we’ve got it figured out. There was no wasted time. I was with you and there was never anywhere else I would rather have been. I don’t want to spoil those memories by thinking about what I should have done.”

“... I love you.” She can hear the smile in his voice. “Si, I think I can agree to this.”

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Scusami. - Excuse me.

Se sapessi quante volte ho provato a dirlo. O quante volte ho sognato di sentirlo. Quante notti sono rimasto sveglio desiderando che tu fossi accanto a me. Quante preghiere disperate ho fatto… Perché non c'è nessun altro, nessuno che abbia mai avuto tutto il mio cuore come te. Nessuno accanto al quale preferirei svegliarmi. Nessuno con cui preferirei passare le mie giornate. Nessuno in tutto il mondo amo quanto amo te. Sei molto più del mio migliore amico. Stando con te… sono al sicuro, visto e… a casa. Ti amo, Copia. Con tutto il mio cuore. E non riesco a immaginare una versione della mia vita senza te.

If you knew how many times I tried to say it. Or how many times I dreamed of hearing it. How many nights have I stayed awake wishing you were next to me. How many desperate prayers I have made… Because there is no one else, no one who has ever had my whole heart like you. No one I'd rather wake up next to. No one I'd rather spend my days with. No one in the whole world do I love as much as I love you. You are more than my best friend. Being with you… I am safe, seen and… at home. I love you, Copy. With all my heart. And I can't imagine a version of my life without you.

Ho bisogno di te, Isobella. Ho bisogno di te come dell'aria. - I need you, Isobella. I need you like air.

Ti amo… ti amo così tanto. La mia regina - I love you… I love you so much. My queen.

Anch'io ti amo. Sempre e per sempre. Copia. - I love you too. Forever and For Always. Copia.